From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 250: Rat-to-rat meeting, the Rat Warlord's advance

In the dim light, there was a gathering of ratmen, or to be more precise, a gathering of one group of ratmen and another group of ratmen.

A guy with his head held high was respectfully welcomed into a secret tunnel deep in the mountains by a group of young ratmen.

The ratmen on the main continent discovered this foreign kinship, this powerful kinship. The young ratmen were extremely excited. They had always existed as humble pests, but suddenly they saw such a scene. Their powerful kinship was rapidly swallowing up this area, and those humans were also overwhelmed.

They wanted to join and surrender, but the elders among the rat people still had some concerns.

It turned out that the concerns of these rat elders were indeed necessary.

The arrival of this fellow with his head held high did not bring acceptance or greetings, but only groups of rat mercenaries that began to arrive in the mountains one after another. Well, at this time you can also call them by another name, the Rat Slave Catchers.

Endless numbers of ratmen were brought out from the depths of the mountains, with fear and confusion on their faces. For the first time, the ratmen, who had struggled hard under the pressure of the Dark Eye Human Empire but had tenaciously survived to this day, were facing the crisis of extinction.

An attack from their own people.

They were tied up with ropes and connected into a long string and taken to the rear. There were still many things that these slave rats needed to do.

In fact, there are more and better ways to deal with these rat people on the main continent, but the rat people can't think of them, and it is difficult to do them. In the rat people's dictionary, the words integration and cooperation are offline.

But to some extent, these ratmen on the main continent also fulfilled their long-cherished wish, becoming slave rats, becoming a member of the Ratman Empire, and being indiscriminately exploited by this deformed and twisted country.

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In the city of Jilang, there shouldn't be any major problems during the first wave of attacks by the ratmen.

The luxurious carriage had driven out from the exquisite little building again and was heading towards one magnificent courtyard after another. Compared with before, there were some changes. There were more guards wandering around the carriage.

The burning flames had not yet gone out, spreading throughout the continuous shanties. Many people were running barefoot in despair outside the flames, but no help came.

The Astronomical Pope moved the slums outside the city into the city, and then the slums also moved into the city. Entering this majestic and prosperous city did not bring any great changes to these poor guys.

Seeing that the flames were about to be difficult to suppress, the parasites entrenched in the slums had no choice but to show up and help put out the flames.

Gangs big and small organized themselves into order, the crazy black wizard began to call for rain, and even the rats took action to put out the flames that were spreading towards the simple altar of the gods.

But it had no effect. The shanties were too crowded and the ignited flames began to spread at an almost crazy momentum.

An extremely ridiculous scene appeared. Those ordinary people, the most humble people, knelt on the street, staring at the flames spreading in front of them. Faced with this situation that could not be stopped, they were stunned and did not move. However, those who were usually considered dangerous were doing their best to save this disaster.

An out-of-place figure appeared in this messy place, with a hunched body, a pitchfork on his back, and old armor. He was a knight, and he was also staring blankly at the scenes in front of him.

I want to do something, but I don’t know what I can do.

Looking at a loss.

In the flames, in this chaotic street, until a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, without any warning, a heavy rain fell from the sky, the rapidly falling water droplets hit the ground, hit the stone paved ground of this Wave City, making a crisp sound.

The flames began to die out, everything was saved, the flames began to die out, and those ordinary people who were staring at the flames in a daze also became more energetic.

Raindrops fell on the burnt charcoal, creating a burst of water mist. A woman with patched clothes on her body rushed into the scalding ruins regardless of anything and searched anxiously in the burnt ruins.

Beside her, a charred figure, who was not yet dead, stretched out his arms towards her, and his mouth, which had been mostly carbonized, opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Between her eyebrows, a tightly closed vertical pupil opened. It was because of this that she had been able to survive until now.

Naturally, some people did not have time to escape from this charred ruin, after all, the population was too dense.

The lingering struggle did not bring any warmth, nor did it bring what she wanted. In the ruins, the woman anxiously searched and found an iron box. When she opened it, she saw some dull yellow-brown discs inside.

A touch of bright silver is mixed in the yellow-brown discs.

Her nose twitched, but it turned into dry charcoal. She wanted to cry, but she held it back in the end. Her eyes gradually became empty. It was not until this moment that the woman finally found the time to burst into tears.

It was not surprising that she had to wash clothes for a whole day every day to exchange for six copper coins. This box contained the hardship of many days for her. One daughter died, but she still had three daughters alive.

What happened to this woman wasn't even tragic in the midst of this ruin.

After all, many people not only lost their loved ones but also their savings. The Pitchfork Knight saw a crying girl at the end of the street and took a step forward.

Compared to the residents in this slum, he is considered lucky.

Standing in front of the crying girl, he didn't know what to say. This little girl reminded him of his own daughter.

He searched his body but could only take out a piece of white bread with a bite taken out of it. The crying girl took it. The Vatican Knights had arrived.

In this heavy rain, the crying girl was handed over to the Vatican knights. During the handover, the girl ignored everything else and bit the white bread in her hand, which made the Pitchfork Knight feel a little more relieved.

It's good to be able to eat, it's good to be able to eat. Thinking of this, he turned and left. After witnessing such a scene, he inexplicably wanted to do something. He had already lost his old Susan, so perhaps he should do something. Obviously, he was just an ordinary guy not long ago.

He still doesn't know why he should continue to live, until now.

"When people get old, their hearts become kinder. Who told me this? It seemed to be that crown whose name I didn't remember.

Old Susan, you are dead, but I am still alive."

As he said this, his tone was relieved and unusually relaxed, and in the heavy rain, his hunched waist straightened a little.

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In the ratman camp outside the city, all the flags erected in the camp were removed, leaving only Shu Zhan's dark black dragon flag in the center of the camp.

The other Skaven warlords were sent out by Rat War with their own troops.

There were a total of eight newly appointed rat warlords. Some rats really seized the opportunity in Rat Zhan's occasional generosity. Qi was also in the ranks of these eight rat warlords. They were sent out together by Rat Zhan to bypass this overly tall city and head towards the depths of this continent. Rat Zhan single-handedly conquered this towering city.

As a warning and also as a vanguard, if there are other enemies approaching here, then the rat warlords sent out will become an excellent buffer and warning. If no large-scale enemy forces are encountered, then these rat warlords who are about to travel far away can also serve as the vanguard of the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

While thinking this, Shu Zhan threw away all the rat warlords in his hands.

No rat warlord opposed the Rat War's arrangement. Even if it involved risks, it would be a wise decision to stay away from the Rat War. The dazzling sun would obscure the light of the stars, not to mention that this sun was an extremely dangerous blood-red sun.

The Ratman Warlords will obviously not be the end of their ambitions. The things they once looked forward to day and night quickly became boring after they really came into being. Greedy desire for more is the nature of these guys.

Even though this is not easy, Rat Zhan is not like a white rat. He had long since given up his tight grip on the Rat Priest. The Rat warlords have always been firmly in his hands, like an almost insurmountable mountain.

But greed craves for more, it is an instinct that will never give up.

The heavy rain also affected the rat people. In the lightning that streaked across the sky, Qi led his army and resolutely left the Eastern Expeditionary Force and began to rush forward.

The heavy rain wet the flag behind the flag, but the light in the flag's eyes was not affected by the rain at all.

Fortunately, the stage of the main continent is big enough, and even the dark corners are enough for these unknown guys to wave their arms.

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That young strait, the metal-cast avenue, where two towering fortresses stood, the figure of the Naga disappeared in the nearby sea. The giant skeleton bell was hung high after being baptized by the blood of the Ghost-Eyed People, and it synchronized with the sacred bell in the desolate mountains.

It rings on time at the moment when night and light alternate. Well, although there is no distinction between night and light in this small world now, the bell still rings at that moment.

Although it was clearly built with skeletons as the frame, the sound of the bell was so ethereal. Countless slave rats were pressed to the vicinity of this strait, more than half of them were ratmen from the main continent captured by the slave-catching team, in order to carry out a huge project.

The temple guards were preparing to build a city, a city made entirely of metal, as if as a provocation. They would use the hole created by the falling star as a benchmark to build a steel city cast in the sea, or perhaps for some other considerations.

After seeing this strait, the leader of the temple guards decided to build this city. The location here is very advantageous, both for defense and as an important pass.

If this city really falls, whoever controls this city will be able to easily grasp the right to communication between the main continent and the sub-continent.

The rich mineral veins on the vast grassland became the foundation of this huge project.

Of course, having enough metal ore is not enough. Slave rats are also needed. Many slave rats, countless slave rats. Only with these slave rats can this huge project be truly carried out.

It was not a big problem. There was never a shortage of slave rats in the Ratman Empire, and there was never a shortage of blood mushrooms for the temple guards. The slave rats themselves were not a problem. Instead, it was the transportation of the slave rats that gave the temple guards a headache. The distance caused delays, and the slave rats were suffering crazy losses in this project.

The construction process also became intermittent. It was not easy to station a metal city in the sea. It was much more difficult than pouring a road in the strait. During the pouring process, slave rats were required to constantly dive into the sea to repair and plan the semi-solidified molten iron. Even if they wanted to build a city, the temple guards did not really want a city built on metal islands and reefs.

However, this inevitably requires the use of slave rats, and the slave rats are not very efficient in completing this task. Not surprisingly, this kind of technically demanding work would be more efficient if the Big Claw Priests were to do it themselves. However, even if the temple guards were not short of blood mushrooms, they could not mobilize so many Big Claw Priests.

The huge statue cast in the desolate mountains is indeed a miracle, a miracle built by countless big-clawed priests and slave rats. Although the construction of the statue finally came to a standstill and did not fall completely, not everyone is qualified to mobilize so many big-clawed priests to build something without fear of hardship.

The temple guards came up with a rather simple solution to this problem.

Put more slave rats on.

The corpses of dead slave rats floated on the sea surface, forming a thick layer that began to emit a pungent stench, and the environment in the strait became even worse.

Countless living slave rats were floating on the sea, with corpses floating around them. They held small shovels in their hands and sank into the sea again and again to correct the irregular edges of the poured molten iron.

There was despair on their faces. The long soaking in the sea water made these poor guys' bodies turn pale and swollen, but they could not stop moving. Crossbows were placed on both sides of the strait to prevent them from escaping from the strait and to suppress the riot.

The discovery of the main continent ratmen gathering place solved the urgent problem of the temple guards. Countless captured main continent ratmen were sent to this strait and put into the construction of this city.

The temple guards were very satisfied with these guys. In such a harsh environment and without enough Big Claw Priests to serve as supervisors, the slave rats mobilized from the Ratman Empire began to riot. On the contrary, the ratmen captured from the main continent were more honest.

(End of this chapter)